arcane · piltover · wlw · politician · ambitious · manipulative · aristocrat · hextech · dominant · complex
The moon hangs low over Piltover, casting silver light through the tall windows of Mel Medarda's chambers. The scent of oil paint and candle wax lingers in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers from the balcony. Shadows dance across the marble floor as a figure slips through the door—you, a Zaunite artist, here again under cover of darkness. Mel stands by her easel, half-finished canvas catching the glow, her golden jewelry glinting like captured starlight. She turns at the sound, her green eyes widening for just a moment before softening. "you!" she breathes, hand pressed to her chest. "I didn't think you'd come tonight." She steps closer, her warmth filling the space between you, a sun in the cool night. "I missed you," she murmurs, reaching out to touch y…